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Elves’ Insurrection

D.A.Sanford

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Warning: Contains adult content due to graphic descriptions of any or all of the following:

Battles, Language, Sexual

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for permission from the author contact danielsanford@sbcglobal.net Why run?

Elves are superior in every aspect of living, all others are just sub animals that need to be kept away. If they ever get close, they will contaminate everything that we hold pure. That is everything within our borders. Even a thought of theirs will cause irreputable harm.

I ought to know, I am the prince and heir to the throne. So why am I sneaking over the border in the middle of the night? That is because I can see our imminent downfall and want no part of it.

My father, the king of Elvaden, has now determined that we will no longer tolerate leaving the other animals to think that they are in control. This is his thinking and core beliefs as well as almost all the old guard.

Numerous times, I have heard him rant and rave,

“Look at what the humans have done. They were corrupt slavers and neglectors of their own spawn. It was that neglect that caused the dragons to take back control of the world. We will not stand for lizards ruling this world.”

It is not a rumor, it is well known that elves are a very bigoted race. What is not known is that the younger members of our race see that those old beliefs are so wrong, blindly arrogant. Those attitudes will be our downfall if we do not do anything.

If we do not act, those attitudes will take us over and kill our race. That is why I need to leave. There have been quite a few of us that just have drifted off. Most become adventurers.

There is nothing that will knock down or build you up as being an adventurer. Planning and skills are what makes one superior, not race. That is what I found out. I may have been born royalty but the first time I needed to fight, I saw all my flaws.

My biggest asset is that I am willing to say that I lack and am willing to ask for someone to teach me. I have been accepted into this party and community. This is really what it means to live in peace.

Peace means that even though everything is not right, I am okay.

It is a simple statement that most cannot grasp. Most need to take the simple and dismiss it because simple will not fix a problem. Hard heads solutions need to be complicated and must solve all.

They do not realize that digging a cellar means taking a shovel full at a time. A hard head will be trying to take all the dirt out at one time. Never with any real success. That will only frustrate the hell out of them.

With all the disorder in this world, I am at peace. I have found that I have fallen in love with one of our party and we now wish to settle down. My lovely head strong but kind goblin wife is the best thing that could have happened to me.

We found a large plot of unsettled land that we liked. It was in the territory of King Draco the ruler of the Clan of the Dragon. I petitioned to have a meeting with the king. I am truly shown exactly what it means to be a real king.

There, in his palace, he had us directed to a small room. It is a very casual decor. In my old life, every petition was in front of the throne. That is to make sure that you knew that you were here to beg the king for a favor. You would know that you would be indebted to him forever.

King Draco enters the room and my wife and I get up and bow but were told that this was not the room for that. “I have heard of the both of you but especially you.” He looks at me.

“Raval, prince of Elvaden, to what do I have the honor of meeting such a stately important person who has such a lofty status as to bring a slave into my territory. You do know that she is free now that she is in my home.”

I know what this is and I know that only the truth will be accepted. Only the cold hard truth is what is needed. I take to the knee as well as my wife.

“Good sire, I must humbly inform you that you must not have heard. I escaped that kings empire. I am no longer a prince but a poor adventurer that has taken Mazze as my wife. We ask for no favors as royalty. I have found that the king of that empire is a bigoted old man as are a lot of the old men of the elf race. They do not like the fact that the dragon king has taken control of the world.

I know why you did just that. The humans showed that they cannot be allowed to continue to independently rule when all those lives were lost due to neglect. I come to you because of that reason.”

King Draco smiles and tells us to get up and sit again.

“I knew all about you two. You did not act out in insolent anger but humbled yourself explaining yourself properly. It is I who will apologize to your lovely wife for inferring she was a slave. You kept your composure. That tells me that you were not of the old guard elves. Now what can I do for you?”

We have a very pleasant talk and I was given that very large section of land for our settlement. When we were done with that he told us.

“I give you that land with the proviso of no slaves or slavers. Your community will govern yourselves for the minor day to day. The major thing is that high crimes fall under my authority. One last thing, always search for those who are cast out. Those young ones need to be searched out and rescued. Be vigilant during the normal birthing seasons. If you start an orphanage, we will provide assistance. Treat those wrong and you will find out just what a thrill flying is. You should flap your arms. You may just be the first elf to fly on his own.“

We are told that we would be staying for the night and then we would go to the area we are being given. One of his servants comes to show us to our quarters but I do ask the king if I can have a private word with him. He grants me that.

When everyone was gone from the room and the king posted guards so no one could overhear, I tell him exactly why I left.

“My king, you need to pay some extra attention to Elvaden. Their king has referred to you, please excuse the language, these are his bigoted words. He holds that no lizard can rule the world. Elves are the apex of sentients because they are the only sentients. All others are just talking animals.

I expect that he will try to rest the rule from you. I also will let you know that their superior attitude is where you can find the chink in their armor. Humiliating them in public will make then angry. Like anyone that gets angry, elves will not think straight. Just think what happened at the battle of Everitt’s demise. That planning was what won the day.

Just know, my loyalty now belongs with the Clan of the Dragon. If required, I will take arms against those who war against your rule. That includes my own kind but there are a lot of my generation that believes that the old thinking will doom the elves and also will take arms against that.”

King Draco thanks me for that information. He has a messenger sent to the towers and to the Clan of Martin with the information that I gave him, especially the King’s tower. He told them to beef up the security. They were the primary defense of all his grandchildren.

In the morning, there was a very curious sight. Along with the king were a few more dragons but on them were goblins. I was told that they were their drop troops but this time, they are going to scout out the best site for our community.

“The goblins are going to help you build your home. They have informed me that you and your wife represents something that is big news. An elf has married a goblin. They await your children. There is talk of wanting marriage contracts.”

We both chuckle.

The area that he shows us is spectacular. Some mountains that surely will have areas for harpies and the field soil here is rich. Good farming. It far exceeds but contains the goodly plot that we asked for. Mazze is in love with it. She walked over to a spot and said that this was the spot for her home. She looks at the king.

“Your palace is wonderful but it’s not for us. We would like a home that any children can run free and just be children. A close home that they know they are only a matter of feet away from a hug or scolding. In our community, we will welcome anyone that considers everyone just people.”

There appears a woman and immediately all surrounding take to the knee. She walks over to Mazze and draws her into a loving warm hug. Then she addresses us all but is looking at me.

“This is one of my special children. Her mating has produced a new species. Two babies one boy and one girl. They both will be the future. They, when their numbers grow will be the backbone of Draco’s intelligence core. They will be the information gatherers. My daughter, I will be back to bless these two. Her mate, you have also pleased me with your kindness. You have gained the notice of the gods and you will be asked for something after these two are born.”

She is gone. I need to ask who she was. Before the king could answer, Mazze just says, “That’s mother Watcher. All goblins know of her. I never thought I would see her let alone get a hug…. Wait, did she say twins? A boy and a girl?”

King Draco now announces that there will be a dragon tower here.

“If these will be my information gatherers…”

She is back again and faces him “Not yours, your grandson’s, Draco.” Again she is gone.

Draco just shrugs and says, “I guess I’ve been put in my place.”

I really do see a king.

Our new home

In Elvaden, a goblin would be killed on sight. Polluters of the land. The goblins I have met, let alone the one I married, are fierce in protecting their own community. The biggest thing is that they are kind generous people. I am told there are still tribes that cling to the old ways because they are not ones that have evolved from those human fathered cast outs.

Over the centuries of having female goblins as sex toys, children have been born. Some come out looking like short humans. Those were claimed by the human father but the goblin mother would be cast out after the child was weaned. If the child looked like a goblin, both would be cast out to die.

Some did but most would go on to join tribes. After a while, one goblin appeared at the dragon’s palace looking for his mother. She was there but he was asked why was he searching.

He told Draco’s father that he was searching for all those children born from a human male. He wanted to start a new goblin race. That king recognized him with a royal coin and backed him.

Now, most goblins are of the new generation. The old is dying off. I really relate more with them then I do for the old guard elf. They also need to die off. Their beliefs are at best toxic. They need to be relegated to a historical reference and labeled as a primitive species.

In this new world, there really is no room for them. That is why I left. I did not want to be infected.

Since Mazze is my wife, I have been adopted by the goblins. I want to get my hands dirty. I want to make my own home. That is not meant to mean that I wanted to build it myself, that is insane because I do not know all and I realize that.

The goblins are doing the construction but they do ask me to help. I have been shown what to do. I am willingly accepting the status of a rooky apprentice because I want to learn.

Mazze is the dictator on the job. Even the men just say yes mam.

They tell me that a pregnant woman is the most dangerous thing on this world. “You must remember that you need to sleep at night next to her. If you want to wake in the morning, you need to just apologize to sleep.”

We all laugh because I have found out just that. I will say that I am thankful that goblin full term is only a few months. I can and will survive. After all she is my lovely but head strong wife.

She will, in a split second, turn very vicious and tell me to leave her alone. When I do, she will come crying saying she is sorry. I will pick her up and carry her for a long time. I love her.

One thing I found is that it is the women that name the babies but it has been rumored that I may be asked to name them since her mother is no longer alive. I privately sit with the goblin men because I need to ask about their history. I was trying to come up with names.

There wasn’t anyone they could think of because they never really knew the goblin that started to round up the human goblin children. I was disappointed but then I had an idea. I put on my man pants and brave the lion’s den. I went to talk with Mazze.

“My darling wife, please I need your input on the babies names.”

Before I could ask she told me that it was already taken care of. Mazze has asked the chief’s wife to announce the names. “The boy will be named after my father Honzo and the girl Gardo. It is my mother’s name but she will get a new name when she gets her mate. All you have to do, after the birth, is write your name on the back of your hand.”

I look at her but do not question. Later I did ask the men and they laughed. “The women of the village will chase you out after the birth and we men get drunk. One thing to remember, never ask where you sleep that night. They will order you to go with us and drink until we pass out. Where you fall is where you sleep. The next morning you must remember your name before you are allowed to enter the naming celebration.”

It did happen the way they described and yes, I did remember my name. The two were named then the watcher came and blessed each baby. The assembly was in awe, mother Watcher came. They now know these are special.

The next day, I was visited by a few of my fellow free elves and they do not have good news.

“The king is now trying to stir up the humans and orc’s. He is paying others to start the slave trade rioting in protest of the ban. They are going to attack some of the outposts.”

I am given all the information and decide that I need to inform king Draco but I am warned that people are watching his palace. They suggest some sort of costume.

When they are gone, I ask Mazze what should I do. She asks one of the attendants of the birth. She is a seamstress. With an explanation of what I want to do, she is excited. To help defend the kingdom, she will not charge for her services.

“It needs to disguise so how about something that looks like dead leaves and brush.”

She is able to whip it up. I look like a walking dead weed. It is good.

Next thing in keeping me out of the limelight, I send an unsigned letter telling king Draco that he is being watched. Telling that a brush man called the Informer will be supplying information on the Elvaden situation.

“To show you where my loyalty lay, your palace is being watched to see who comes and goes. Look to the trees. That is where the elven spies like to hide. There should be four maybe more but not less. Elf tradition. Once you believe my intensions, we should not meet face to face. Let your gate guard know that a brush man will deliver messages directly. I trust you please do not follow me. I do not want to jeopardize anyone. Always know that they will send more spies. Fool the next ones by disgracing them. That hurts an elf more. Being outsmarted. Signed the Informer.”

Draco reads the letter and sends his elite out. They return with four elves squirming in their claws. He has them locked up in the dungeon. He is smiling and now informs the guards that a person dressed like the brush will be dropping off letters. “Those come to me directly. No one is to talk to him, no one follows him but he does warn that there will be more spies. I will talk to the goblins to watch him as he leaves but only to make sure that he is not followed.”

Raval now has a network of young elves, A lot of them actually work in the Elvaden palace. The ones that take the biggest risk are the twenty elves that are his couriers. They meet with the palace elves at various inns, bars and food stalls. Then they carry the notes to Raval.

He gets some disturbing information. The Informer is needed.